Africa
All That I Can Do
Along The Shore
Aragon
As I Am
Poetry Poem
As The Sun Sets
More Poetry >>
|
The Golden Ship
As I stared at the cloudless sky
I saw a golden ship pass by,
on its way to Timbuktu,
a Captain and his gallant crew.
They carried cargo very rare -
spices and herbals enough to share.
The goods to market to be sold
for payment made in priceless gold.
They sailed along and circled ‘round
and set the ship down on the ground.
The Captain asked me if I knew
which way to go to Timbuktu.
I then said, ”no, but may you know
I've never had the chance to go.”
The Captain said, “come on aboard
and we'll be off for our reward.”
Then I awoke from my deep sleep
and from the bed I took a leap;
I shook my head to clear my brain
and said thank God, I'm not insane!
Copyright July 19, 2009
Vote for this poem
The Golden Ship
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022 ------- Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors
Sign Guestbook
Read Guestbook
|
|
[ Control Panel ]
Last 100 Poems
|
